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Love, true love

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On Instagram, I waxed poetic on how, the older I get, Valentine’s Day tends to look a lot more like Thanksgiving. As a matter of fact, it seems so much so, that when I dropped my mom’s Valentines off at her work, I exclaimed, “Happy Thanksgiving!”

Let’s be honest, if you’re going to get muddled, that’s a mighty fine way to go about it.

Love just makes life better. It doesn’t matter the type; as C.S. Lewis once penned, “the highest does not stand without the lowest.” It may be romance one day, the kindness of a stranger the next, still it lightens our load.

Seems an awful lot for which to be thankful.

Needless to say, in the days ahead I hope your heart overflows with love (for family, friends, pets, and strangers); may it overflow with gratitude, too.

xo

P.S. I stumbled upon this illustration awhile back. It makes smile, for it reminds me of my own knight in shining armor (only 10,000 times cuter and not at all surprised his lady is using his chest plate as a mirror). God gave me a true help mate in that man. It’s one of the things for which I am so very thankful.

P.P.S. And here are the details of the image (if you’re curious): La Belle Dame sans Merci – Punch cartoon – Project Gutenberg eText 19105; From The Project Gutenberg EBook of Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 159, December 1, 1920, by Various.

Snow? No thanks, we’re good

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We’ve enjoyed unseasonably warm temperatures this winter. Truly, if you paid no mind to the naked trees, you could have very well mistaken it for spring. 

Lest you think this post an act of braggadocio, let me assure you: it is nothing of the sort. As a matter of fact, with several friends abiding in the polar vortex, I’ve been careful to keep this good fortune to myself. 

Then a certain rodent had to go and proclaim an early spring . . . thus sparking our twist of fate.  

It snowed.

And (if the forecast has anything to say about it) it shall continue to snow for the next week, at least. Apparently, Idaho weather does not like to be told what to do.

Thankfully, such conditions call for the good stuff: candles and warm beverages; snuggling in with the ones you love; books and conversation; maybe even the planning of a trip or two. 

With that, I wish you a happy weekend. Whatever conditions surround you, may your heart be warmed with love and happiness . . . and a little something for which to look forward.   

xo